Measuring Cup
As paired we possess
An intimate symmetry
A balancing weight
A measuring cup
Empty, semantics fills it
Filled, semantics drain
For in subtle words
Lie the hope of creation
And longing fulfilled
What else do we have
Beside shifting piles of dust
To which dust returns?
Fire imagined
Reimagined as torment
Imaged as Phoenix
A worm undying
Dragon aflame never quenched
(We) were born for this
What options remain?
A cup once used aplenty
Then one day no more?
Meaning sacrificed
To artifice perfection?
I could(can)not bear these
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